On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
A poem and a song

The sign said Hollywood and Vine,
but most knew it was –
the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
With suitcases full of hope,
hearts filled with dreams,
they came in droves,
many left behind in the dust,
on the streets,
crushed and broken –
on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
*
The sign said Broadway,
the Great White Way,
where fame was the name of the game.
They came to get lost,
became nameless,
faceless upon the streets of New York.
Some faded into the woodwork,
some on the streets with the homeless,
all with the same hope and dreams,
only to find that for most Broadway-
was the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
*
No matter where you look,
fame has always been calling.
Some realize their dreams,
some have their hearts broken.
The main thing has always been,
to be true to yourself
and if you find you won’t make it,
take other talents and make them your own
or one day lost and alone you’ll be living –
on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
About the Creator
Rasma Raisters
My passions are writing and creating poetry. I write for several sites online and have four themed blogs on Wordpress. Please follow me on Twitter.
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